For this month's edition of The Session, the sixth anniversary edition by the way, we are asked to consider "How We Love Beer”:
...think of the phrase, "actions speak louder than words," so I'm not looking for what characteristics beer has that makes us love it, but what we do to show our love for it.
I do not love beer. I love and have loved people in life. The word may also extend to certain things or times when not applied to people but I can think of only certain striking moments in life that have that special quality. Times out in the woods working or hiking when my senses were all alive and engaged. Or unexpectedly noticing sunlight glowing through some particular leaf of a plant you have been coaxing along in the garden patch wondering if it will take and bear fruit. Perhaps even in that drift towards a nap when smoking meat on a lazy afternoon with a baseball game on the radio comes close. But not beer in itself.
I like beer. Don't get me wrong. So, maybe we can give two cheers for beer. That's enough. I have too many issues with it and, frankly, am not even sure yet after all these years of writing whether it admits variety or permits criticism as those two cheers would require. I needn't dwell on what criticism of good beer can earn you but one sort of variety it may lack is only noticed over time. While we may take pleasure in its range of flavours, never as explored as much as today, or maybe think of the sociability it triggers there is still a sameness to good beer. You can look back on your calendar of past beer events and sessions and see it - fatigue or even l'ennui. It's there.
It's good to take a break. Even date some other drinks from time to time. Good for one's health and the pocketbook, too. It's not something one wants to get all monogamous with, is it? When you think about it, considering yourself "in love with" or "passionate about" or "obsessed with" any pleasure drug is a wee bit creepy. So what do I do for good beer? Not often enough I let it go. If in time it comes back it was meant to be. If not, you probably have moved on in life... or have found more meaning in, say, stamp collecting or hard drugs.